Bane stops sucking and glances up at me. My finger strokes down his nose.
“I did it knowing what could happen. Don’t worry. After what they did to me, I found them later and made them pay. With the help of Mikhail, they’re all dead now.”
He sighs and goes back to sucking, my fingers curling through his hair once more. I like the texture of it, soft and wild. Just like him.
“That’s how I lost the skin off my back. It was their form of revenge. They took me, held me captive, and ripped strips of skin from me while I was still awake. I’m lucky that’s all they took. It could have been worse.”
My cock has fallen from his mouth now, and he is leaning up, his chin resting on my pelvic bone.Blyat, he’s a sight, my cum lining his skin, the flush on his cheeks.
Those eyes.
The ones that seem to watch me so intently.
“And that’s when you stopped being a surgeon?”
“Yes. After that, I couldn’t work. The pain of it, the recovery. By the time I was able to go back, I couldn’t. No longer wanted to. It’s when I moved to Upstate New York, to get away from all the attention. I tried to disappear. And then I met Mikhail. He saved me just like I’ve saved him.”
Bane blinks, and his eyes meet mine. “I’m glad they’re dead.”
“Me too.”
“You made them suffer?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
He moves my dick back into his mouth and continues to cockwarm me until finally, I feel him drift off to sleep. His mouth twitches around my soft dick every so often, waking me up with the soft sighs he gives.
When I grow hard again, I fuck his throat while he sleeps.
I take what’s mine. And he accepts it, like he always does, pliant and happy, falling back asleep with my dick still in his mouth.
It’s only in the morning hours that it slips from him, and he groans, his body taut, not with lust or need, but with fear. He’s sweating, shaking, his body curling up tightly.
I need to find the person responsible for this, for hurting him.
I will strip the skin from their bones and make them watch.
Quickly, I shift away from him, kneeling near him, jostling him roughly.
“Bane. Wake up.”
He groans, his eyes popping open, wide and hazy. He looks shocked, confused, and on the verge of crying. His voice is rough, strained. He clears it, wetting his lips.
“Georgiy.”
“Tell me.”
“I know my name,” he whispers. “I think I know my name.”
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BANE
“Tell me.”
I meet Georgiy’s eyes through unshed tears. His fingers gently cup my cheek, and the brush of his thumb against my skin grounds me. For so long, I didn’t know anything about myself. Just the memories that would appear in my mind, taunting me about a past I couldn’t remember.
